Vintage (Adrenaline Series Book 2)

by Xavier Neal

  “I don't know what it is about that time of the day, but it's his favorite for a blow job.”

  A harsh cough comes out of me as I start choking on the liquor that just went down the wrong pipe.

  Stop laughing at me!

  With a wide grin Angela has a sip of her drink. “What about you? Who are you boning?”

  I cough away the remainder of the misplaced liquid before answering. “I um...I'm with...Merrick.”

  “Oh...” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Careful with that one. Rumor is he has a girlfriend.”

  His arm drops around my shoulder again. “I think she'd be okay with it.”

  Angela looks surprised. “You got a girl willing to let you call her your girlfriend and share you?”

  “Not exactly.” He chuckles. “Wouldn't wanna be shared anyway.”

  She gives him a sarcastic look, which forces me to speak up. “I'm...I'm the girlfriend.”

  “Oh!” Her high pitch squeak almost hurts my ears. Suddenly she let's it settle in and sighs, “I'm such an idiot. Duh! Well whatever! Nice to meet you Jovi! And congrats on bagging a McCoy. You have in deed done the impossible.” She tilts her cup at me before pulling her sunglasses back down and strolling away.

  Once she's gone I hand him his beer. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Always,” Merrick hums.

  “How many girls at this party have you slept with?”

  Suddenly Merrick shifts beside me, his arm falling. With his eyes plastered in mine, he clears his throat and answers, “Sixteen.”

  I gasp. “Sixteen?!”

  He simply shrugs.

  “Oh my gosh! You're serious?”

  “Yes.”

  “Sixteen? At one time?”

  “No-”

  “In the same week? Month? Year?” A mix of feeling indignant and crushed forcing me to continue. “Would you keep sleeping with them if you weren't sleeping with me?”

  “Stop,” Merrick commands. “I told you, you could ask me whatever and I'd answer honestly.” On a sigh he steps closer to me. “But baby, don't waste your time asking questions you don't really want the answer to.”

  Why are you agreeing with him?!

  “Now.” His fingers lift my chin. “Ask me how many of them I've loved.”

  In a whisper I comply. “How many?”

  “None.” Hearing the words washes away the waves of anxiety that were trying to drown me. There's a change in music and Merrick smirks. “Come on. Let's dance.”

  Merrick leads me away from the bar area closer to where J Money is mixing music while people are dancing. As soon as we're in the area, he starts singing along to “Love in This Club” by Usher. With one hand gripping his beer cup, he uses the other to pull my body closer to his, rocking his hips. Moving along with him I start to grind mine against his singing as well. His free hand travels it's way down my back until it's resting on my hip. When his forehead drops down to press against mine, he grips tighter, still rocking his hips to the rhythm of the song.

  Suddenly...I'm wishing we were both naked. Oh so naked.

  We sing along together, moving in a sync that feels every bit as erotic as it would if we were alone behind closed doors. While his hand travels back and forth between my hip and my ass, my free hand makes sure to caress his perfectly cut abs. His pecs. His V that's as incredible as everything else. With a wide smile I bite my bottom lip at all the little groans that come from him when I touch him in a way that causes his hard on to thump against me.

  After we dance for a while, we head back to the pool where we spend time with his brothers, some of their friends, and Hayli who ends up camping out beside me on the edge of the pool. For a few hours we watch the guys splash around playfully trying to drown each other, listen to them go on and on about cars, and girls throw themselves aimlessly at all the McCoys except Merrick.

  Eventually needing to pee, I ask him as he swims back over to me, “Can you show me where the bathroom is?”

  “Of course,” he replies.

  “I'll show her,” Vinnie's voice says over my shoulder.

  Looking up I'm surprised to see him in a pair of white board shorts and a tank top, his long arms actually sporting tattoos closer to his shoulders.

  Carefully he asks, “You sure?”

  “It's just the bathroom baby bro,” Drew teases. “She's not gonna fuck him in there.”

  Merrick's face hardens at the idea. Quickly I touch his cheek. “I'll be right back. Go drown your brother.”

  His grin expands as he swims off to take my suggestion.

  Vinnie offers me a hand to help me up before guiding me towards the patio doors that lead inside. To my surprise on the other side of them are a set of guards with very grim expressions.

  “No one's supposed to be inside,” he explains. “Other than to pee of course. They're just here to make sure no one steals my shit.”

  I nod my understanding and he leads me past a line that can only be for the restroom. Vinnie leads me around towards the front of his home where apparently there's another bathroom.

  “Family uses this one.”

  Unsure of exactly how to take that, I sigh, “Thanks.”

  He informs, “I'll wait.”

  Slipping into the guest bathroom, I quickly use it, wash my hands and check out my sun soaked reflection.

  Oh my tan lines are gonna be so bad.

  A small throb from my head causes a groan to come out of me as I open the bathroom door.

  Vinnie looks up from his phone and asks, “Getting a headache?”

  “I think so.”

  “Happens with too much sun and alcohol. Let's swing by the kitchen and get you some water and aspirin.”

  I smile softly. “Thanks.”

  The two of us head back towards his kitchen and he states, “I wanted to take a minute and thank you for what you did last weekend for me. For Ben. For our family.”

  In a meek whisper I try to play it cool. “No big deal.”

  “It was,” he corrects me pushing up his glasses. “You put our family before yours and that won't be forgotten. I told Merrick I owe him one. I owe you one too.” Vinnie opens a cabinet and grabs a bottle of pills. As he opens it he says, “You made a choice when you sent that text message. And I know it wasn't easy. Never is.” Two pills fall in my hand. “But you need to know something, Jovi.”

  “What's that?”

  “You see that.” He tilts his head towards the backyard where the party is still very alive. “Merrick has always wanted out. And you know what? I want him out too.”

  Baffled I snap, “But he's your best racer.”

  “Yeah. He's my highest fucking money maker on the streets and I want him out. Not for my own sake but for his. This lifestyle looks fun, hell it is fun at times, but for the most part, it's empty, addicting, and destructive. You get too reliant on bullshit like this and you forget there are only three ways living in it like we do can end. Dead behind bars. Dead behind the wheel. Or Dead from being double crossed.”

  Hearing the truth my jaw drops slightly.

  I don't want any of those things for Merrick. I want him...I want him with me. Is that why Dad's always so worried? Because he knows what Vinnie just said is true? My father is partially responsible for it being true. Encourages the locking up and harsh sentencing of street racers. Even first time offenders.

  A cold bottle of water is offered to me. “I don't want that for any of us, but Merrick has the best chance of getting out. He's always wanted out. Come to think of it...he never really wanted in.”

  “Why'd he start then?”

  “Combination of his brothers and boredom. I think in the beginning he got some enjoyment from racing, but for those of us who know him, it's easy to see what's for show and what's real. Ben sees the difference and doesn't care. Madden sees the difference and tries harder to rescue him. I thought Merrick would spend the better part of his time searching for a real excuse to get out, but I was wrong.”

  U
nsure of what to say I stay silent.

  “You chose to protect him and his family instead of your own in one brief moment. I think you need to know when the moment turns around the other way, Merrick will too. He's done searching. Now he's trying. Now, he has something waiting for him on the other side. Now, he wants out for you, Jovi.”

  Placing the two pills in my mouth, I swallow the reality of just how deep Merrick's love goes alongside the pain killer.

  Is it wrong knowing that makes me feel a little better about what I did? It hasn’t been bothering me as much as I thought it would be, but I still have moments where I wonder if I did the right thing interfering with my father's job like that. His career. The thing he's given his entire life too. No. No I didn't do it out of spite for him not giving that dedication to me. I'm not typically the spiteful kind. I just...I didn't want my love in pain. Or suffering. Or in trouble.

  We head back out of the house just as Merrick looks like he's about to climb out of the pool. With a look of relief he sighs, “There you are.”

  “Worried Merrick?” Vinnie pokes fun as I settle back on the edge of the pool.

  He gives me a quick glare before running his wet hands up my thighs. “The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.” Quickly I grin and he says, “Particularly you.”

  The Van Gogh quote makes me giggle. “Is that your way of saying you missed me?”

  “No. That was my way of saying, I love you. This is my way of saying I missed you.” Merrick pushes his lips against mine briefly due to the booing sounds coming from Ben behind him.

  “Less love! More drinking!” Ben demands.

  Hayli chants, “Less love! Less love! Less love!”

  Hearing me giggle makes Merrick ask, “You think that's funny?”

  “A little.”

  “How about this?” He yanks me by my legs into the water creating a huge splash.

  Immediately I rush back towards the surface, gulping in air before shrieking, “Are you crazy?”

  “He's a McCoy, of course he is,” Daniel says as I run my fingers through my hair pushing it out of my face. “Hey what do y'all say to a little pool volley ball?”

  “I'm in,” Merrick agrees, reaching for me. Sweetly he says, “Hop on my shoulders.”

  “I will squish you,” I sharply reply. “I'm not light.”

  “You're not fucking heavy,” he argues with a confused look on his face. “You curve in the right places. Nothing wrong with a chick who isn't made of bones and silicone. Now get on before I dunk you again.”

  After hesitating I climb up so my legs dangle over his shoulders and I'm high above the water.

  With a snicker Ben points his beer cup our direction. “How bad do you wish she was facing the other way?”

  “So fucking bad cuz,” his confession makes me blush and wiggle. A small snicker comes from him. “Not helping that want, baby.”

  “I'm on cuz's team.” Ben drops his empty beer cup by the edge of the pool. “Juicy Fruit hop on.”

  Hayli who's sitting on the edge of the pool shrugs and puts her cup down. “Yeah, I'm drunk enough to climb on Ben.”

  “If that's the case then-”

  “Shut up and float over here,” she demands. He does as instructed. Hayli positions herself so she's the same way I am on Merrick. The second he lets out a light chuckle she says, “One sexual joke and I'll pop your head off like a Ken doll.”

  “I feel that gives new meaning to thunder thighs Juicy Fruit.”

  We all laugh as Daniel grabs a beach ball while Destin secures the net back in place in the deep end of the pool. After the toy is in his possession Daniel calls out, “Hey Angela! Hop on!”

  Like an obedient puppy she jumps at the chance and rushes over stumbling a little over her own feet. The girl she was sitting next to has an even more saddened expression on her face than when her friend was beside her.

  I'm assuming they're friends or at least know each other by the glum look.

  She has very light caramel skin, glasses, and is rocking a somewhat modest swimsuit.

  Reminds me of myself in a way. And I kind of feel bad she's out of place. It's the worst feeling.

  As Daniel puts her on his shoulder he tells her, “Tell Azura to come be Destin's girl.”

  “Sis!” Angela shouts once she's comfortable. “Come play.”

  Curious since I don't see the resemblance and am pretty sure they aren't even the same ethnicity I ask, “That's your sister?”

  “Step. Our 'rents got married when we were like 4 or some shit. But yeah. She's my sis.”

  The timid girl approaches the edge of the pool and stutters out, “Y-Y-You sure? There are tons of girls here Destin might like more.”

  Destin looks up at her and shrugs. “It's cool. Hop on.”

  She gives him a nod and carefully climbs on his shoulders.

  That's what I imagine I would be like had Hayli never stomped her way in my life and demanded I become her tag team partner. It was a long day of Kindergarten. Pretty sure I pooped Play-Doh for days.

  A friendly game of two on two starts showing us that the McCoys are not only great behind the wheel of a car, but fairly athletic too. It's fun to bounce around and play in the water. Most of the time, I'm laughing in between shots I miss while the guys spend time trash talking each other.

  Eventually we conclude the game and return to just relaxing by and in the water. Sometime in the early evening J Money cuts the music and that becomes the cue to start to leave. As people start disappearing from the party, I sit on the edge and dip my feet back in the shallow end of the pool closer to where Merrick is just floating. Hayli dropped off my bag before she ended up getting a ride from J Money while the rest of the McCoys were swooped up by Knoxie and taken home.

  You know what I'm having mixed feelings about? We've been here almost the entire day and throughout it Merrick's brothers snuck away at various times, with different chicks, coming back and switching to others. I don't know whether to be disgusted or impressed. No girl was pissed about another. No cat fights. Nothing.

  Before I know it Merrick's the only one left in the pool and a few select guests are heading in the house.

  Vinnie questions, “You two coming in?”

  “Soon,” Merrick answers his hands rubbing my feet in the water.

  With a soft smile Vinnie simply nods and heads away for the patio doors. I watch him until he's out of sight, which is when I turn around to see a heated expression on Merrick's face.

  Oh I'm in trouble...

  In a low grumble he starts, “All day...” His hands glide up my calves and grip my thighs. “All fucking day baby.”

  After a quiet whimper, I question, “What?”

  “All fucking day I've been waiting to get inside of you.” Merrick's thumb gently grazes my clit on the outside of my bikini bottoms.

  He doesn't say another word as he grips me by my hips and lowers me into the water. The minute I'm in, he wedges me against the wall, wraps a hand around the back of my nape, and fervently devours my mouth. Excited to have his body against mine once more, I let him take over my tongue, enslaving it to move where he wants, how he wants, while his free hand lightly toys with my nipples. The sensation elicits a whimper as he pulls my top to the side freeing them for tasting.

  When his mouth drops to them, tongue anxious to replace his hand, I whisper out, “We're gonna get caught...”

  He chuckles a little and sucks harder the feeling forcing my eyes to roll back into my head. The torture with his mouth continues while the hand on the back of my neck keeps me planted in blissful misery.

  Can you come from someone just playing with your nipples?

  Lost in an elated state it barely registers that my bikini bottoms are loosening. Unsure if I want him to stop or continue, I simply moan.

  Finally Merrick's face comes up slowly leaving a trail of licks on it's way to my ear where he whispers, “Want me baby?” Nodding hel
plessly, I let him wrap my legs around him, bracing myself for penetration. At the feeling of the tip of his cock I immediately mewl. Every inch that pushes inside feels like it's tearing me apart at the same time it fills me with ecstasy.

  My nails clench tightly into his abs ripping a groan from him. In my ear he proclaims, “I belong here, baby.” On another powerful thrust he says, “Only here.” Merrick let's my nape go to grip the edge of pool while his other hand tangles in my hair drawing our lips back together. The swaying of his hips causes the water to rock my body in return, helping him hit something inside of me that keeps me moaning relentlessly behind our locked lips. Eventually the orgasm boiling becomes too much to contain behind his lips because he pulls them apart with just enough time to hear me moan in desperation to come. His warm mouth teases my neck before whispering in my ear, “Say my name baby...”